The Folly
  • Home
  • Fiction
  • Nonfiction
  • Poetry
  • Visual Art
  • About
  • Submit
An e-journal of literature and art dedicated to the good, the true, and the foolish.

"We must love to the point of folly, and we are indeed fools, as our Lord himself was who died for such a one as this." 

Morning

10/23/2020

0 Comments

 
A poem by Cathy Stroud, illustrating the gift of each new day.
At daybreak as the hour grows late
Persistent finger of the dawn
Recounts my duties that await,
My bread to earn, my sweat to pawn...

​
0 Comments

like candy for the soul

8/8/2020

0 Comments

 
A visual essay by the insanely talented Julia Morris, reminding us that "each moment is a sacrament, if we can bear to let it be." 

​PS: If you want to see more of Julia's work, you can find her on Instagram.
Picture
0 Comments

The High Dive

7/23/2020

0 Comments

 
A short story by Mary-Kate Burns about coming of age in a small and storied lake town.
But the thing that has stayed imprinted in everyone’s memory — long after Mr. Davey’s parents have passed away, and the children and grandchildren have dispersed across the country, and the size of pilgrimage has grown smaller and smaller until one year, the last hangers-on will quit making the trip, altogether — is the high dive. The high dive is, in actuality, quite modest in size. But in memory, it soars. It rises, sentinel-like, off to the side of the lake: a monument to courage on an otherwise subdued horizon. Kid after kid has passed into pseudo-adulthood in the twelve-foot descent between the springboard and the murky depths of Rockhill Lake.
0 Comments

Needless Unease, Three Sisters, Sweet One

7/3/2020

0 Comments

 
Poems on poems on poems from Tristan Kramer: read these three unique insights into the human spirit and heart.
0 Comments

In the Shipwreck of Memory

7/1/2020

0 Comments

 
An excavation of memory, technology, love, and some hilarious home movie footage from Fr. Zachary Burns. 
The “greatest hits” of my family’s recovered memories, I think, are something like a debris field. Maybe they’ll never be as important as the events by which our lives are measured—the birthdays, weddings, and landmark family gatherings; or even the cleaner, streamlined events we set out to purposely record. Like debris forever separated from the body of a ship, they’ll always be viewed as separate, and somehow of a different tenor. They may not be the events that define the life of a family, but they are surely the events that explain it. They are the events that, when rediscovered and appraised, seem to point to something beyond themselves—to the larger discovery: the love that infuses them all.
0 Comments

Paris Flowers

6/2/2020

0 Comments

 
A beautiful and jarring poem by Danna Knight.
A soldier stands alone
on stage at the Paris Opera house
The war has ravaged his memory...
0 Comments

"why" muffin

6/2/2020

0 Comments

 
A fresh take on these sludgy, confusing days in a poem from Ally Bartoszewicz.
0 Comments

A Time to Notice

6/2/2020

0 Comments

 
A reflection on the pandemic, and life, from the perspective of English teacher Allie Griffith. Read it here.
​This could become a bigger question when we think about who we decide is the “author” of all of this. Religious folks might say God, some might turn to political leaders, doctors, medical experts, your favorite news source, all the “isms” that often give us a source of theory, maybe your mom…To simplify this step, I’m going to let the author be You. Us. Me. If we are the author, then the search for meaning in this becomes an individual and collective task.
0 Comments

Mike and Jake said things

5/27/2020

0 Comments

 
Thank you, Ally Bartoszewicz, for this reflection on a summer to remember in the "Black Diamond" unit.
I was struck with the truth that that boy was still in between those two freckled ears, lost in a silent scream of a dropped signal. I no longer saw an enigma, a violent other who rocked back and forth and moved his hands in ways I could never comprehend. I saw a child, a man, a human.
0 Comments

Go Forth

5/27/2020

0 Comments

 
Artwork from Ally Bartoszewicz.
"...a constant reminder to let God be the ongoing artist of my life, as He was the very intentional artist of me."
0 Comments
<<Previous

    Archives

    October 2020
    August 2020
    July 2020
    June 2020
    May 2020

    Categories

    All
    Fiction
    Nonfiction
    Poetry
    Visual Art

Powered by Create your own unique website with customizable templates.
  • Home
  • Fiction
  • Nonfiction
  • Poetry
  • Visual Art
  • About
  • Submit